The donuts filled with different taste, the green the blue the pink and the black. The sweet chocolate melts after the first bite, whats inside starts flowing to clothe your tongue in an urban delight. The Wars coming to an end, yet the numbered days seem far too a many or just too long. The little impatient me spend hours and hours of doing nothing; making empty promises to myself, speaking of how the battle would be won. I curse the days the hours took a hold of me, i cant believe my life is to end like this. The a lofting feeling is taking over my insides, yet strapped down by heavy weights. What am i to do?
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Donuts
The donuts filled with different taste, the green the blue the pink and the black. The sweet chocolate melts after the first bite, whats inside starts flowing to clothe your tongue in an urban delight. The Wars coming to an end, yet the numbered days seem far too a many or just too long. The little impatient me spend hours and hours of doing nothing; making empty promises to myself, speaking of how the battle would be won. I curse the days the hours took a hold of me, i cant believe my life is to end like this. The a lofting feeling is taking over my insides, yet strapped down by heavy weights. What am i to do?
